Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building settling me
My figure female crookedly
In the threshold of the
Door scraping floorboards every opening

Carving a rough of bedroom scenes
The plot to follow
The text obscured in the fields of
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons lying there

Red and brown leaves fallen
The of an eternal cycle
Fading with the wash
And the rinse

Again an smell
Like my misspelled or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of them

Stalking, about their prey
Like the way meets nail
Pounding, say
out the rhythms of attraction

Like a woman was a drum like a was a weapon
Like there was more they wanted than the journey
Like it was owed to
Steel toed walk

And I'm wondering why fear of men
Maybe it's I'm hungry
And a baby I'm dependent on them
To me

I am a in progress
in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate of questions
Rhythms that never clean